The boys on tour (Frerard)

I lay down on my bunk and stared at the ceiling quietly, I could hear Frank, in the front of the bus, clicking open beers and drinking them quickly. A few tears escaped my eyes as I rolled over to face the window, the gloomy night suffocating me, I felt alone, unwanted, and dirty. Mikey and Ray snored quietly, they had been asleep a while and I was glad, I didn't want my brother seeing me in this way, I didn't want him knowing how much of an asshole Frank really was and as for Ray, well I wasn't really in the mood for his snide comments. I suddenly heard Frank walk in and get onto his bed, it was the one under mine, which I would be changing very soon, I didn't want him near me. I heard him sob quietly, why the fuck was he crying? he chose to ruin our relationship. I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to ignore the whines coming from the bed below, but no matter how much I hated him it still hurt me to see him cry, because I'm an idiot and still care about people no matter how much they fuck me up.

***TIME LAPSE***

I woke up to the sound of Mikey cursing over the shitty toaster, "Why is this fucking thing still not working?!" he shouted, before saying a few more curse words, I could hear him hitting the machine, which I thought was kinda funny. I hopped off the top bunk and noticed Frank was also awake, I sighed, I hope he doesant talk to me. I walked into the front of the bus and saw an angry Mikey, "Chill" I giggled, Taking the toaster and pressing a few buttons which seemed to do the trick, Mikey looked at me, gob smacked. "Thanks Gee" he smiled and I nodded, Ray was tuning his guitar, "Morning Gerard" he said, and I smiled, "Good morning weird guitar guy" I joked and Ray frowned, "That's Mr. Weird Guitar Guy to you" he laughed, I smirked and looked around, no Frank.

I sat down and put my legs up on the table, Ray looked at me and shot me a funny look, "Feet" he joked, I narrowed my eyes and took my feet down, "I'm not a child" I laughed, "I cleaned that table earlier" Ray said and I rolled my eyes, I guess he had a point, I stood up and waked outside, taking out a cigarette and lighting it up, maybe Frank was with his bitch from last night? I thought, taking a prolonged drag, allowing a satisfying amount to fill my lungs before exhaling.

I suddenly saw Frank walking around, he looked hungover and pale, I kinda felt bad for him, but in a way I didn't care, he had hurt me so much and I know I cant forgive him. I suddenly saw him throw up in the ground, I sighed and walked over to him, I guess I couldn't leave him, he had helped me so many times before, before all of this shit happened, so I guess it was the least I could do. I held onto his arm for support and patted his back with the other, "You okay?" I said and he nodded, I lead him back to the bus slowly, being careful not to hurt him. "Why are you helping me?" He said, his words slurred, "Because I know you would help me" I sighed, helping him up the steps, the others rushed over, "Whats wrong?" they said in chorus, "Hes just a little hungover, Ill make sure he sobers up completely before the show" I said, helping him to his bed. I lay him down gently and pulled the blanket over his shivering body, "Better?" I said and he nodded, "Yeah, thanks" he smiled drowsily. "Ill bring you some water" I smiled and got up to grab a bottle out of the fridge, I walked back in and he smiled at me again, "Your an angel" he mumbled, as I placed the water beside him, I blushed hard, "Thanks I guess" he smiled again before closing his eyes, so I decided to leave him so he could get some rest.

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